The group looked around after hearing Clix's voice. The butterflies caught their attention and the group saw the butterflies were forming a human silhouette. The butterflies scattered across the clearing and Clix appeared from them in a new outfit. Black and green color scheme and a butterfly theme. Along with a green butterfly themed cape. Wilbur also noticed Clix had grown his hair out a little past his shoulders. "Clix!" Wilbur exclaimed. He ran up to his brother. Clix put his hand out and an energy shield shaped like a butterfly appeared and blocked Wilbur. "Don't touch the outfit. I just got the cape fixed," Clix said before the wall vanished. Philza and Tommy were confused. "What? Have you guys never seen a witch before?" Clix asked rhetorically. "You're a witch?" Wilbur asked. Clix nodded. "Happened after I came back," Clix said as a few butterflies landed on his shoulders and a bit on his head. Philza walked up to his son slowly. Clix refused to acknowledge his father. "I guess you came to look for me for some reason," Clix said to Wilbur. "Yes we did. Because I was worried. Not for L'manburg. But for you," Wilbur said reaching his hand out to Clix. Clix pushed Wilbur's hand away. "I'm not....I don't deserve your forgiveness," Clix said. Wilbur forced his brother into a hug. "Shut the fuck up. Little Butterfly," Wilbur said. "Hey! You're not allowed to call me that," Clix said jokingly pushing Wilbur off of him. The two brothers laughed. "Look Wil. Trust me I still hate you. But I decided that making a big scene wasn't the best move. Understand bro?" The witch said subtly messing with the cape on his back. "Something tells me you're lying," Wilbur said. Clix rolled his eyes. "C'mon let me show you guys where I've been living while I've been gone," Clix said. The witch whistled and a bigger group of butterflies surrounded him, Wilbur, Philza, and Tommy.

The butterflies scattered and suddenly the group was in a building. "Clix if that's you after tending to your bugs I swear to god I will kick you out," A familiar voice said. "Wow Big Q you automatically assume that just because I leave via magic I'm tending to my butterflies! How very like you!" Clix exclaimed "FYI I was picking up my family and Tommy to show them where I've been for the while we've been living together!". "Wait they're here?" Quackity asked peaking from around the corner. "Yes!" Clix exclaimed. Quackity walked out from the room he was in and inspected the group. "They're not armed right?" The con man asked. Clix glared at Quackity. "Don't make me raise your rent," The witch said. Quackity put his hand up in defeat and left. "Wait you're not paying rent?" Phil asked. "Pfft. I'm a witch that can kill him with a snap of my fingers. You really think i'm gonna pay that bastard rent?" Clix said whiling laughing softly. A little boy with red hair, tan skin, and green eyes suddenly came out of another room and smiled upon seeing Clix. The boy ran up to Clix and the witch's leg. "There you are. I was wondering where you scampered off to," Clix said picking the boy up "Were you good for Uncle Quackity while papa was out?". The boy nodded. Wilbur, Phil, and Tommy were in shock. "When?" Wilbur asked. "Who?" Phil asked. "How?" Tommy asked. "A few weeks ago, nobody, adoption," Clix answered all three questions "Guys this is my little imp of an adoptive son Dimitri. Dimitri this is your Uncle Wilbur, Uncle Tommy, and Grandpa Phil,". Dimitri waved to the group. "Hi hi," Dimitri said. The group waved to Dimitri still in shock. Clix smelled the air. "Quack you better not be making food again! You remember the last time you cooked!?" Clix exclaimed to Quackity in the other room. "The brat wanted chicken nuggets and you weren't home!" Quackity yelled. "I said I would be gone for an hour and to keep my child alive! Not poison him with your crud cooking!" Clix exclaimed while also keeping back a swear to keep Dimitri's innocence alive. "Hold Dimitri for me will ya Phil?" Clix asked putting Dimitri in Phil's arms. Clix walked to Quackity in the other room and quite obviously started beating him up. "How has this child not died yet in this household?" Tommy asked. "Your guess is as good as mine," Wilbur said.